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"^•'S': ^:^; THOMPSONVILLE, CO FRIDAY, JUNE 4, 1880. No. 2.
'Tis sweet at
When softly
And wandering mid the starlit grove,
To take a pinch of snuff, and
dewy eve to rove,
7 sighs the western breeze,
THOMPSONYILLE HOTEL,
BF. LORD, Proprietor, also Propri
• Livei
E. F. PAKSOXS, M. D.,
PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Resi­dence
and oflice cor. Pleasant and
School streets, Tlionipsonville, Conn.
iyi
E. 0. WILBUR,
DENTIST. Office on Pleasant Street,
second house north of Hotel, Thomp-sonville,
Conn. lyl
F. A. KING,
l ELLS the Celebrated White Sewing
Machines and warrants them for five
years. Sewing Machines for sale and to
rent. Pearl St., Thompsonville.
S'
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DAYID BRAINARD,
INSURANCE AGENT. Insures all class­es
of Buildings and contents against
Are. Special attention given to insuring
Houses and Barns with their contents
against loss or damage by lightning wheth­er
fire ensues or not. Policies written on
the most liberal terms, in sound companies.
Losses paid promptly and honorably.
Thompsonville, Conn. lyl
THE T. PEASE & SONS CO.,
"1TTHOLESALE and Retail Dealers in
YY Lumber and Building Materials.
Yards at Thompsonville and Windsor
Locks, Conn. Steam Planing Mill at
Thompsonville.
85
JOHN HAMLIN,
ATTORNEY and Counsellor at Law,
and Solicitor of Patents. Collections
romptly attended to. Thompsonville,
nn. lyl
JOHN C. TVIESING,
MANUFACTURER of, and Dealer in,
Foreign and Domestic Cigars, Plug
and Fine Cut, Chewing and Smoking To­bacco,
Pipes, &c. Thompsonville, Ct. lyl
HAIR DRESSING SALOON,
FREDERICK SMITH, Proprietor. A
choice supply of Shaving Soaps, Hair
Oil, Colognes, Cosmetics, &c., constantly
on hand. Shaving, Shampooing, Hair
Cutting, Razor Honing, &c. Under Lord's
Hotel, Thomippssooin ville, Conn. iyi
KENNET'S
IS THE PLACE to go for an easy Shave
or a good Hair cut. Clean towel to
each customer. C. P. Wolcott's old stand,
Thompsonville, Conn. lyl
C
GEORGE MEACHAM,
1ARPENTER AND BUILDER. Con­tracts
for buildings of every descrip­tion,
and furnishes materials if desired.
All work executed in a thorough, work­manlike
manner and on reasonable terms.
Also Job Work done at short notice. Es­timates
on large jobs promptly furnished.
"ItQsidence and shop corner of Pearl and
King Streets, Thompsonville, Conn, lyl
PLASTER.
PURE NOVA SCOTIA, none of your
inferior New York stuff sold for Plas­ter,
at §7.50 per ton, at Watson's north
mill, on the Springfield road. lyl
Windsor Ms and Yiciaity.
H. B. S. HUDSON,
HAIR DRESSER, and Dealer in Cigars,
Tobacco, &c. Newspapers, Magazines
and Periodicals of the various kinds for
sale. Subscriptions received at the lowest
rates. Agent for the Thompsonville
Press. Windsor Locks, Conn. lyl
MORAN BROTHERS.
BEEF, Pork, Mutton, Lamb, Poultry,
Tripe, Ham, Lard, &c. All kinds of
Meats and Vegetables in their season, at
lowest cash prices. Main St., Windsor
Locks, Conn. lyl
J. H. ADAMS,
DRY GOODS, Groceries, Crockery,
Notions, Fruits, &c. Main St., Wind­sor
Locks, Conn. lyl
PEASE BROTHERS,
MANUFACTURERS of, and dealers in,
Furniture, Stoves, Tin and Sheet
Iron Wares, Crockery, Glass Ware, Lead
and Cement Pipe, and House Furnishing
Goods generally. Slate and Tin Roofing
and general Jobbing. Windsor Locks,
Conn. lyl
A. FAGG,
HAIRDRESSER, and dealer in Cigars,
Tobacco, &c. Charter Oak Hotel
Block, Main Street, Windsor Locks, Conn.
Jyi
C. W. WATROUS,
FURNITURE and COAL.—Undertaking
in all its branches. Carriages and
Teams to let. Windsor Locks, Conn.
lyl
M
GEORGE P. CLARK,
ANUFACTURER of Patent Rubber
Casters. Windsor Locks, Conn.
lyl
C
JOHN COTTER,
ARPENTER and HOUSE BUILDER.
East Windsor Hill, Conn. lyl
A. W. CONVERSE & CO.,
IRON FOUNDRY. Manufacture all
kinds of IRON CASTINGS. Windsor
Locks, Conn; lyl
GEORGE GLOYER, JR.,
MACHINIST and General Repairer.—
All kinds of Mowing Machines Re­paired.
Windsor Locks, Conn. lyl
The Two Letters.
COMEDY OF ERRORS..
BY PAUL CREYTON.
My stay in New York had been prolong­ed
far beyond my original intention when
I visited that city, and I was pining to re­turn
to my native village, and to the arms
of my dearest Julia, whom I hoped soon
to make my bride. I had drank deep of
the cup of sorrow during my absence from
her, and I looked forward with glowing
anticipation to the time when we should
meet to part no more.
At length my business took a favorable
turn. There was no longer anything to
detain me in New York, and I made hasty
preparations for departure to my native
village. It was the evening before I de­signed
to set out, that I wrote two hasty
letters to prepare my friends for my re­ception.
The first of these epistles was to Julia.
It ran thus:
'DEAREST GIKI, :—I shall leave New
York in the three o'clock train to-morrow
afternoon. In an hour from that time I
shall be with you. I never knew how I
loved you until my heart was tried by the
test of absence; now I feel how devotedly,
how truly I am your own. Oh! what joy
it will be to meet with you once more!
That will be the happiest moment of my
life, except when I can, for the first time,
call you my bride.
Yours till death, FREDERICK.'
The second letter was addressed to an
old maid of my acquaintance, who had
en like a sister to me, and to whom I
was indebted for many little acts of kind-
S. McAULEY & CO.,
BEEF, Pork, Lard, Hams, Fish and
Oysters. Poultry, Game, &c. in their
season. Windsor Locks, Conn. lyl
J. T. SWITHENBANK, 4,: >
HOUSE AND SIGN PAINTER, Paper
Hanger, Grainer and Glazier. All
work promptly attended to. Windsor
Locks, Conn. ^ ^ linl
J. J. NOLAN,
C1 ARPENTER AND BUILDER. Job-
) bing promptly attended to. Ware­house
Point, Conn. 1ml
W. FRANK FULLER, _
1'OAL, LIME, CEMENT, and FERTIL­IZERS.
Suffield, Conn. ..lyl
MY DEAR FRIEND :—I write this in
haste, to inform you that I shall probably
visit you some time to-morrow evening.
You see, I don't want to find you unpre­pared.
And I want you to treat me well,
even if I don't call on you the first of any.
Don't think my affection for you has in
the least diminished, but you must know
my affection for another has increased,
and, strong as are your claims upon me,
hers are somewhat stronger. Now, don't
be jealous; for, after I am married, I shall
be as true a friend to you as ever.
Sincerely yours, FREDERICK.'
Having finished both of these letters, I
in the same haste in which
they had been written, fearing they would
be too late for the mail.
At three o'clock on the following day,
I was at the depot, and in the cars. I
was too impatient for steam itself. I even
believe the telegraph couldn't have trans­ported
me to the arms of my Julia soon
enough to satisfy my impatience. I
thought the cars moved slower than a
mule, and thought at one time of getting
out to run ahead of them.
However, slow as I thought I was trav­elling,
I arrived in good time in my native
village. I did not stop to shake hands
with a single soul, but hurried to meet my
Julia. I arrived at her father's house. I
expected to see her face at the window,
looking out for me, but, it was not visible.
However, I reflected that, like all women,
she was coquettish, and avoided showing
her pretty eyes at the window, just to
tease me. Yet I felt certain she would be
looking out for me, and I have a distinct
recollection of offering to bet fifty dollars
with myself that she was peering through
the blinds at me, or from behind a cur­tain.
I ran up to the door, and entered with­out
knocking. I opened my arms, expect­ing
Julia to jump into them, and supposed
of course she would; but I shut tfrem up
again quick enough when I saw the old
lady approaching—not her daughter.
" Where's Julia? " I cried.
" Oh, she's gone—"
"Gone!"
" Yes. "
' For heaven's sake,' I gasped, ' tell me
where! '
I was going to, but you interrupted
me," said the old lady, crustily. " She has
gone to spend a few days with her cousins."
I was thunderstruck. I conscientiously
believe that at that moment I was white as
a piece of parchment. At any rate, I
could swear before any court that I felt
very faint and sick.
* When did she go? ' I faltered.
"About two hours ago."
'Two hours ago! What! didn't she re­ceive
my letter ?'
I was terribly excited. I felt that my eter­nal
happiness depended upon the woman's
answer. If Julia had gone off to visit her
cousins when she knew I was coming—
that I would be there that night—I felt
that it would break "my heart.
"Yes, I believe so," drawled the old lady.
I heard her say something about getting
a note from you—that she expected you to
be here to-night."
It was enough. My heart was a heap of
ruins! Ob the faithlessness, the fickleness,
the heartlessness of woman! All that has
been said of her has been flattery; she is
a serpent in an angel's form I Oh, decep­tion!—
oh, misery! Judge of my disap­pointment,
my despair, my unutterable
woe, when I learned that Julia was gone—
gone, when she knew I was coming;. and
blame me not for giving vent to n»y feel­ings
in such expressions as these. ,
I think I should be very scruphVdtiiS
about swearing to anything that took
place the next half-hour after my heart
received that heavy blow, Only one
thing I am sure of. I left the house, and
got into the street; but whether I ran
there, staggered there, or was carried
there by my friends, I conic! not conscien­tiously
venture to affirm. The first I
heard from myself, I was approaching the
door of my friend, the old maid, and
was running out to meet me. This prob­ably
brought me to my
I was past being surprised at anything
that might happen, else I should have
thought it a little strange that Lucy threw
herself into my arms, and offered me her
lips to kiss. As it was, feeling the need
of sympathy, I embraced her warmly, ex­claiming
:
•Dear Lucy, you are the only true
friend I've got!"
"Oh, I hope not!" she replied. " But
I am glad you think I am a true friend to
you, for I am."
4 And you will always be?'
' 'Always, Frederick! Oh, and we shall
be so happy!"
4 What does she mean?' thought I.
"We shall be so happy, dear Frederick,"
she repeated; "I know we shall. The truth
is, my dear, I have loved you long—in se­cret—
hopelessly; but after receiving such
a dear, affectionate letter from you—"
'What!' I cried, staring at her in won­der.
"Why, after receiving such a dear good
letter,' said Lucy, 'I am so happy that I
must tell you all my heart. When we
are married, Frederick—"
'I'm dreaming!' thought I.
"We will have this pleasant event to
talk about, won't we? Why, you can't
think how surprised and delighted I was to
receive your letter. I laughed over it and
cried over it; and if I have read it once, I
have read it fifty times."
Here she took my letter from her bosom.
"Then it seems," she continued, so hap­py
that I was fairly provoked with her—
"it seems that absence taught you how
much you love me.'
I was stupefied; thought I was insane;
couldn't understand one word Lucy said.
Meanwhile, she unfolded the letter. Then
—then I understood it all. I uttered a
scream which was scarcely human, it was
so wild; and eagerly snatched the letter.
It teas the letter I wrote to Julia.
Yes; then I understood it all! I had
made a mistake in superscribing the let­ters,
and Julia had got Lucy's, while Lucy
had got Julia's. And Lucy had been flat­tered
with the hope and belief that I loved
her, while Julia—poor girl!—believed I
was about to marry another. This was the
cause of Lucy's tenderness; this was the
cause of Julia's visiting her cousins!
I laughed; I danced; I dare say I cut
up every manner of silly capers which a
man ought to be ashamed of. And Lucy
willing
[You see, I knew there
len I received your
foolish as to think
pretty, tender things
i to punish you for
making you think
of mischief. Ha!
did act!"
Lucy should laugh at
I more easy, for I knew
: pouted a little, how-dismhl,
until she
said about our be-ere
married, which
her laugh with a
b."
Lucy, but I did
soon as I could
v^'
of my marriage,
in my ear, with a
ous twinkle
we shall be
mischiev
The Source
stared at her. This brought me to my
senses.
•A mistake,' I stammered—'this letter—
wrote in a hurry—put the wrong name on
the back—sent yours to Julia—sent Julia's
—this one—to you!'
I shall never forget the old maid's con­sternation.
She understood what I want­ed
to say; she saw the error in its true
light. I thought she would sink through
the floor; but she had hold of the door-latch,
and that probably sustained her.
I was glad the door-latch was strong. At
that moment my conscience hit me a
severe cut, and made me smart. How I
cursed my carelessness, which had been
the cause of so much mischief. I made a
hurried apology, but I didn't stop to see
if Lucy fainted, or to have the pleasure of
holding a smelling-bottle to her nose in
case she should sink into that interesting
state.
I thought of Julia. I flew to ma^e an
explanation. It was three miles to her
aunt's house, but I was there in a trifle
over three minutes. Puffing like a steam
engine, I asked to see her, and was shown
into a room where she was alone. She re­garded
me with so cold a look that I am
sure it would have chilled me through—
made an icicle of me perhaps—if I hadn't
been so hot with running. I threw myself
at her feet. She started back—it might
have been in disgust, and it might have
been because her hand touched my face,
which was burning like a coal.
'Dear Julia,' I sighed.
I panted, I suppose, but sighed is the
better word.
"Well, sir," said she, coldly.
'Don't scorn me; I'll make it all right;
it's only & mistake.'
"What?" -jI..;-,
'Why, that letter—' »
"That letter, sir, was a very friendly
one, I am sure. Indeed," added Julia bit­terly,
"I feel quite flattered by your con­fidence
in me, in making known your in­tentions
to marry. I hope you will get
a good wife, sir; hope you will be happy—"
'Julia! Julia!' I cried, in agony, 'I say
it's all a mistake. That letter was not
meant for you.'
Julia's assumed coldness and indiffer-ebce
had vanished in a moment. Then
she looked at me.
'It wasn't meant fbr you,' I repeated.
'I wrote that to Luey Matthews—put the
wrong name on the black. Here's the let­ter
I wrote to you.' ^
I gave her the one I Had snatched from
Lucy, She read it eagerly. She saw the
mistake and burst into tears of joy.
The next moment , we were locked in each
other's arms.: • I was intensely happy. But
in an instant the heaven of my joy was
clouded. I thought of Lucy.
'What shall I do?'. I cried. 'She,
thought the letter was addressed to her,
and belieVed I loved her. What a cruel
mistake! What shall I—what ought I to
do?' .
"Go to her atouce,*' said Julia, "and
inake a frll explanation and suitable apol­ogy."
:•••
I followed her advicc. I met Luey on
the threshold.
"Not a word,"' said she, laughing. "I
don't heM any kpoloinr from you; jfOu
haven't done any "particular damage to my
Far up
New Hampshire,
Quebec provinc
s an area of
res. In early
snow lies along
sound with the
frogs which here,
genial habitation, i
cold, dark forests|,
el of the sea, is
icut river. Its
over the rocks
flows into Third 1
an area of about
surrounded by i
southern border,
are more gentle,
of a trapezoid,
ten feet wide, is in |
From Third lake
four and a half
from the east, ai
itself. One and a
south it flows
lake is also
they recede farther |
in the distance
heights. It is two ;
long, and its j
fourth miles,
has two
and one from the;
the most beautiful
The graceful
square
: ! '
Connecticut,
hills of northern
the very border of
small lake, which
more than three
while as yet the
the woods re-of
numerous
find a con-little
lake, in the
feet above the lev-
! of the Connect-rill,
leaping
1 cascades, soon
This lake contains
, and is
except on its
the undulatiohs
lake has the form
outlet, a stream
southeast corner.
Connecticut flows
when it receives
nearly as large as
miles farther
This
; by high hills, but
its shores, while
to mountain
-fourths miles
is one and a
i the Connecticut it
the northeast
it. It is one of
Northern lakes,
its
ISecond
^se
stately growth of it#JKneval forests, the
carpet of green thaOs spread along its
border, and extends through the long
vista of the woods, the receeding hills
and the distant mountains present a com­bination
of the wild, the grand and beau­tiful,
that is rarely seen. On its border
the moose and the deer feed almost undis­turbed,
on its tributaries the beaver builds
its house, and the otter slides into the
clear and limped streams, while its shores
are still the resort of the sable and the
mink. The outlet is on the west side, near
the southern border, and is about 40 feet
wide. The descent, at first, is gentle, but
the distant roar that greets the ear indi­cates
that rapids are near. So it rushes
on over its rocky bed, occasionally form­ing
deep eddies, only to become more
rapid still. For a mile and a half from
the lake it forms a series of wild cascades
which continue for half a mile; then after
receiving two tributaries from the west, it
flows into First or Connecticut lake.
Here we find a sheet of water irregular in
outline, extending about four miles east
and west, having an area of nearly three
square miles. On the southwest there are
farms, and in many places the grassy
pastures reach the border of the lake,but
for the most part it is still surrounded by
a primeval forest. This lake is beautiful,
especially In^fetumn. On many of the
neighboring hiH there is a growth of de­ciduous
trees, particularly the maple;
when the frost comes and these have put
on their crown of beauty, of crimson and
scarlet, of yellow and gold, mingled as
they often are with the dark foliage of the
spruce and fir, we have a scene which in
brilliancy and beauty is rarely, if ever,
excelled. It often happens, while the for­ests
have on their robes of beauty, that
all the higher points of the neighboring
hills are of immaculate whiteness from the
frozen mist that clings to every spray of
the thick evergreen foliage. At the outlet
of the lake, the river, which is here fifty
feet wide, forms a precipitous cascade,
falliug thirty-seven feet in eight rods. It
flows a little west of south for two miles,
when it receives a tributary, Cedar stream,
from the east, when it flows a little south
of southwest, until it reaches the Vermont
line. It receives three tributaries from
the north, Perry stream, which rises near
Third lake; Indian streain, which rises
on the border a little farther north than the
last, and Hall's stream, which is the bound­ary
between New Hampshire and Quebec
province. —J. H. Huntington^
1 zKi»
Think twice before you believe ev­ery
evil story you hear, and think
twenty times before you repeat it. Say to
yourself "this may not be true, or it may
be exaggerated," unless you have proof
of the veracity of your informant. Peo­ple
sometimes tell falsehoods; they often
make mistakes* and they sometimes "hear
wrong." There is auricular illusion, as
well as optical Illusion. Take all these
things into consideration before you even
believe. As for repeating the story, can­didly
ask . yourself if it was necessary.
It is sometimes necessary. Then do it
with the remembrance of the golden rule
before you. Give the helping hand, not
the downward push. .y • . ^3 -
Head lines—Wrinkles.
JUNE.
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
J. It. Lowell.
Take short views, hope for the best, and
trust in God.—Sidney Smith.
Emulation embalms the dead ; en'
the vampire, blasts the living.—Fuseli.
Misers are like gold mines, which pro­duce
neither flowers nor leaves.— Voltaire.
Let none presume
To wear an undeserved
O, that estates, degrees and
Were not derived corruptly! and that dear
honor
Were purchased by the merit of the
wearer!
How many then should cover, that stand
bare?
How many be commanded that command?
—Shakespeare.
Laziness is a premature death. To be
in no action, is not to live.
The innocence and purity of childhood
bring bitter heart pangs to the sin-liard-ened
man and worldly woman.
Is there no death for those who mourn?
No balm when hearts by love are torn?
There is no death; go labor on—
Work heals the heart by love forlorn.
—Aaron Marten.
Good words aud actions are those which
are pleasing to God, and which he gives
us grace to speak and do. And a good
or woman, or child, is one who tries
to please God, to love, and fear and obey
him, aann d to be like his beloved Son, our
Savior.
FINISH THY WORK.
Finish thy work; the time is short,
The sun is in the West.
The night is coming down; till then
Think not of rest.
Finish thy work ; then wipe thy brow,
Ungird thee from thy toil;
Take breath, and from each weary limb
Shake off the soil.
Finish thy tcork ; then go in peace,
Life's battle fought and won;
Hear from the throne the Master's voice,
" Well done, well done!"
All I have seen, teaches me to trust the
Creator for what I have not seen.—Emer­son.
Fortune turns faster than a mill-wheel.
They at the top to-day may be at the bot­tom
to-morrow.—Beecher.
The winds that o'er my ocean run,
Reach through all heavens beyond the sun;
and death, through fate,
_ time,
Grand breaths of God, they sweep sublime.
plies their place.—Chinese Proverb.
There is nothing terrible in death but
that our life hath made it so.—Matthew
Henry.
Wisdom is a pedestal from which envy
nor malice cannot hurl the occupant.
Barrow.
VIRM AND FAITHFUL.
" Be firm and be faithfUl: desert not the
right;
The brave are the bolder, the darker the
night;
Then up and be doing, though cowards
may fail;
Thy duty pursuing, dare all, and prevail.
aSiBiS:
Mr. Vennor to the heat—"Come, let up,
darn ye. Don't you see what you're
doing?"—Danbury News.
Mr. Ambrose, of Torrington, was but­ted
through a fence by a bull. This is a
butter that doesn't need ice to make it
hard.
The Country Gentleman gives a long
and clouded explanation why so many
eggs are not hatched. The simple reason
is that the hen is not warm enough. A
hen with the chilblains never has good
luck with eggs, and they should not be
put under.
A German, in New York, being asked
how much sour-krout he had put up for
winter use, replied, " I's not got much:
little more as ten barrels, shust for sick-ness."
JMfo}
The Wowing story is told of Colonel
SamuelP olt, who, in his lifetime, was
sometiife. Inclined to be a trifle pompous.
When he was building dwelling-houses for
the workmen employed in his great pistol
factory, he one day encountered a boy
picking up chips on his grounds.
" What are you doing here? " he asked,
gruffly.
" Picking up chips, sir," replied the
youngster, evidently unawed by the great
presence.
"Perhaps," exclaimed the colonel, draw­ing
himself up with dignity, " you don't
know who I am. I am Colonel Samuel
Colt, and I live in that big house up yon­der."
The bey straightened up and swelled
out, and answered, " Perhaps you don't
know who I am. I'm Patrick Murphy,
and I live in that little shanty down yon­der,"
pointing in the direction.
" Sonny," said the colonel, blandly, pat­ting
the boy on the head, "go on, pick up
all the chips you want, and when you get
out, come back for more."
There is a tendency to palm off olecab-binage
cigars for genuine Havanas.—[iVcw
Haven Register. ./j
Small boys who crawl ih under the tent
dre generally invited to withdraw from
the canvass. The politicians should be
treated in the same way.—New Orleans
picayune.
"Silence is golden." Aunt—"Has any
one been at these preserves?" (Dead si­lence).
"Have you touched them, Jem­my?"
Jemmy—"Pa never 'lows me to
talk at dinner." . , ,
A yacht runs fast because it is oldie of
the fleet, of course.—New York Statesman.
"You do me prowed," as the ocean said
to the ship.—Boston Journal of Commerce.
Politicians should swear by Jupiter.
He was the first to bolt.—Boston Tran­script.
A low story—the basement.—Boston
Transcript. ^
I don't know why Adam wanted7 to fool
away his ribs in that way, but I (suppose
he was not accountable for all he did. ;.... >
No' one preaches better than the ant.
and she says nothing.—Franklin.
'Tis sweet to see in daisied field
The flocks and herds their pleasure
take; *
But sweeter are the joys they yield
In tender chop aud juicy steak.
'Tis sweet to hear the murmuring sound
That from the vocal woods doth rise,
To mark the pigeons whirling round
And think how nice they'd be in pies.
AZTEO BUDTS.
Traces of the Old Races in Southwestern
Colorado—Dwellings of Our Primeval
Predecessors.
The ancient ruins which are scattered
all over this country are some of the
strangest unwritten pages of history. Our
fertile valleys have been densely inhabited
and highly cultivated by an enlightened
race of people centuries ago, while the
ruins of the houses, corrals, towns, forti­fications,
ditches, pottery-ware, drawings,
non-interpretable writings, etc., go to
show tliere have been many arts cultivated
in those days which are now entirely lost
to the human race. Their houses have
been built of almost every kind of rock,
from small bowlders to the finest sand
stone. Some of the finest of these ruins
and the most perfect, are located fifteen
miles up the Animas River, or about thirty-five
miles below Animas City, in a large
valley fifteen miles long, by seven wide, on
the west side of the river. This valley
has been covered with buildings of every
size, the two largest ones being 300x600,
and about 300 feet apart. They are built
of sandstone laid in adobe mud, the out­side
being 4 feet and the inside walls from
1 y2 to 3 feet. In the lower story, port­holes
a foot square have been built for de­fense.
There are rooms now left, and
walls for about four stories high, still stand­ing.
About the second story, on the west
side, there has been a balcony along the
entire length of the building. No signs
of a door are visible in the outer walls,
and the ingress must have been from the
top, in the inside, there being passages
from room to room. Most of them are
small, from 8x10 to 12x14 feet, the doors
being 2x4 feet. The arches over the doors
and port-holes are made of small cedar
poles two inches wide, placed across, on
which the masonry is placed. The sleep-supporting
the floors are of cedar,
about 8 inches through and from 20 to
tor of Franklin Hall.—Good Livery
and Feed Stable connected with Hotel.
Main Street, Thompsonville, Conn. Iy2
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ATTORNEY and Counsellor at Law.
Special attention given to the settle­ment
of Estates. Collections
attended to. Mansley's Block,
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of small round poles is then placed across
the sleepers, then a layer of thinly-split
cedar sticks, then about three inches of
dirt, then a layer of cedar bark, then an­other
layer of dirt, then a carpet of some
kind of coarse grass, which forms the
floors. The rooms that have been protect­ed
from exposure are whitewashed, and are
ornamented by drawings and writings. In
one of these rooms, the impression of a
hand dipped in whitewash, on a joist, is
as plain as if it had been done only a few
days ago. In another room there are
drawings of tarantulas, centipedes, horses
and men. One room in the eastern por­tion
is quite a curiosity, it being perfectly
round and must have been used for a hall.
It is about twenty feet across. In some
of these rooms have been found human
bones, bones of sheep, corn-cobs, goods,
raw-hides, and all colors and varieties of
pottery ware. These two large buildings
are exactly the same in every respect.
Portions of the building plainly show that
it has been destroyed by fire, the timbers
being burned off and the roofs cav­ing
in, leaving the lower rooms entirely
unprotected. The rock these buildings have
been built of must have been brought a
long way, as nothing to compare with it
can be found within twenty miles. All
the timber used is cedar, and has at least
been brought twenty-five miles. Old
ditches and roads are to be seen in every
direction. •• -. ' ;
In conversation with the Navajoes in re­gard
to these ruins, they say their fore­fathers
came there five old men's ages ago
(500 years) and these ruins were here, and"
the same then as now, and that they have
no record of it whatever. ; <
The Gray Mare. ^ *
There was an old couple at a certain de­pot,
not long ago, waiting to go through
to the West, and they seemed loving
enough until the old man went out and
returned smoking a five-cent cigar, and
with his hat slanting over his left ear. His
wife looked at him twice before she could
recognize him, and then opened her mouth
and said, "What'd I tell ye, Philetus Rem­ington,
before we left New Jersey? Didn't
I say you'd go and make a fool of yourself
the first chance you got?" He tried to
pacify her by saying the cigar cost only
five cents, but she shouted, "You teased
and teased till I let you get your boqga
blacked; then you wanted some soda-wa­ter;
then you bought apples on the train,
and here's another five cents thrown away!
It all counts up, and if you don't die in
the poorhouse then my name ain't Sary!"
Louis Eos8Utli.
The first volume of Louis Kossuth's me­moirs
has just been published at Pesth,
and of course creates considerable inter­est;
but a London opinion is that It will
hardly add to Kossuth's reputation as a
statesman. On this side of the water, at
least, he has scarcely been regarded as «<
statesman at all. In reference to the war
between Austria and Italy in 1869, and the
part which the Hungarian refugees took
in it, Kossuth details a conversation he had
with the Emperor Napoleon III, in which
the question Of the unity of Germany $eing
brought up, NapOleon Said with Ji quiet
smile: "That would never do. Wis can
get on with two Germanys, but a uhited
Germany Would not answer our purpose
at all*^!p;.. - . • • •
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Mrs. Simpson's Block,
Thompsonville, Conn.
Has a fall stock of
Millinery Goods
of the best quality and styles.
Agent for the
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For ving Grease and Paint, and clean­ing
Kid Gloves.
All work warranted to suit. j. ,2 4tl
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the Extract of
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ate results follow itst use in cases of ex­haustion,
and for loss of appetite, gener­al
prostration, or to convalescents, this
nutritious tonic combination will prove a
prompt restorative.
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Refreshment Rooms,
Windsor Looks, Conn.
In the building formerly occupied by T. T. MILLER
nearly opposite B. H.
REFRESHMENTS of aii kinds, includ­ing
Shell Oysters, Bologna Sausage,
Ales, Wines, Lager Beer, Liquors, Cigars,
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Notwithstanding the high price of ice,
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The only place in town to get an honestf
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Ginger Me, Mmp^ried^
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FRUITS of all kind in their season.
STRAWBERRIES, flresh every day at'
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'Tis sweet at
When softly
And wandering mid the starlit grove,
To take a pinch of snuff, and
dewy eve to rove,
7 sighs the western breeze,
THOMPSONYILLE HOTEL,
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and oflice cor. Pleasant and
School streets, Tlionipsonville, Conn.
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Machines and warrants them for five
years. Sewing Machines for sale and to
rent. Pearl St., Thompsonville.
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of Buildings and contents against
Are. Special attention given to insuring
Houses and Barns with their contents
against loss or damage by lightning wheth­er
fire ensues or not. Policies written on
the most liberal terms, in sound companies.
Losses paid promptly and honorably.
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and Solicitor of Patents. Collections
romptly attended to. Thompsonville,
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MANUFACTURER of, and Dealer in,
Foreign and Domestic Cigars, Plug
and Fine Cut, Chewing and Smoking To­bacco,
Pipes, &c. Thompsonville, Ct. lyl
HAIR DRESSING SALOON,
FREDERICK SMITH, Proprietor. A
choice supply of Shaving Soaps, Hair
Oil, Colognes, Cosmetics, &c., constantly
on hand. Shaving, Shampooing, Hair
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each customer. C. P. Wolcott's old stand,
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1ARPENTER AND BUILDER. Con­tracts
for buildings of every descrip­tion,
and furnishes materials if desired.
All work executed in a thorough, work­manlike
manner and on reasonable terms.
Also Job Work done at short notice. Es­timates
on large jobs promptly furnished.
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inferior New York stuff sold for Plas­ter,
at §7.50 per ton, at Watson's north
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Tobacco, &c. Newspapers, Magazines
and Periodicals of the various kinds for
sale. Subscriptions received at the lowest
rates. Agent for the Thompsonville
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Tripe, Ham, Lard, &c. All kinds of
Meats and Vegetables in their season, at
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Notions, Fruits, &c. Main St., Wind­sor
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MANUFACTURERS of, and dealers in,
Furniture, Stoves, Tin and Sheet
Iron Wares, Crockery, Glass Ware, Lead
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Tobacco, &c. Charter Oak Hotel
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The Two Letters.
COMEDY OF ERRORS..
BY PAUL CREYTON.
My stay in New York had been prolong­ed
far beyond my original intention when
I visited that city, and I was pining to re­turn
to my native village, and to the arms
of my dearest Julia, whom I hoped soon
to make my bride. I had drank deep of
the cup of sorrow during my absence from
her, and I looked forward with glowing
anticipation to the time when we should
meet to part no more.
At length my business took a favorable
turn. There was no longer anything to
detain me in New York, and I made hasty
preparations for departure to my native
village. It was the evening before I de­signed
to set out, that I wrote two hasty
letters to prepare my friends for my re­ception.
The first of these epistles was to Julia.
It ran thus:
'DEAREST GIKI, :—I shall leave New
York in the three o'clock train to-morrow
afternoon. In an hour from that time I
shall be with you. I never knew how I
loved you until my heart was tried by the
test of absence; now I feel how devotedly,
how truly I am your own. Oh! what joy
it will be to meet with you once more!
That will be the happiest moment of my
life, except when I can, for the first time,
call you my bride.
Yours till death, FREDERICK.'
The second letter was addressed to an
old maid of my acquaintance, who had
en like a sister to me, and to whom I
was indebted for many little acts of kind-
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MY DEAR FRIEND :—I write this in
haste, to inform you that I shall probably
visit you some time to-morrow evening.
You see, I don't want to find you unpre­pared.
And I want you to treat me well,
even if I don't call on you the first of any.
Don't think my affection for you has in
the least diminished, but you must know
my affection for another has increased,
and, strong as are your claims upon me,
hers are somewhat stronger. Now, don't
be jealous; for, after I am married, I shall
be as true a friend to you as ever.
Sincerely yours, FREDERICK.'
Having finished both of these letters, I
in the same haste in which
they had been written, fearing they would
be too late for the mail.
At three o'clock on the following day,
I was at the depot, and in the cars. I
was too impatient for steam itself. I even
believe the telegraph couldn't have trans­ported
me to the arms of my Julia soon
enough to satisfy my impatience. I
thought the cars moved slower than a
mule, and thought at one time of getting
out to run ahead of them.
However, slow as I thought I was trav­elling,
I arrived in good time in my native
village. I did not stop to shake hands
with a single soul, but hurried to meet my
Julia. I arrived at her father's house. I
expected to see her face at the window,
looking out for me, but, it was not visible.
However, I reflected that, like all women,
she was coquettish, and avoided showing
her pretty eyes at the window, just to
tease me. Yet I felt certain she would be
looking out for me, and I have a distinct
recollection of offering to bet fifty dollars
with myself that she was peering through
the blinds at me, or from behind a cur­tain.
I ran up to the door, and entered with­out
knocking. I opened my arms, expect­ing
Julia to jump into them, and supposed
of course she would; but I shut tfrem up
again quick enough when I saw the old
lady approaching—not her daughter.
" Where's Julia? " I cried.
" Oh, she's gone—"
"Gone!"
" Yes. "
' For heaven's sake,' I gasped, ' tell me
where! '
I was going to, but you interrupted
me," said the old lady, crustily. " She has
gone to spend a few days with her cousins."
I was thunderstruck. I conscientiously
believe that at that moment I was white as
a piece of parchment. At any rate, I
could swear before any court that I felt
very faint and sick.
* When did she go? ' I faltered.
"About two hours ago."
'Two hours ago! What! didn't she re­ceive
my letter ?'
I was terribly excited. I felt that my eter­nal
happiness depended upon the woman's
answer. If Julia had gone off to visit her
cousins when she knew I was coming—
that I would be there that night—I felt
that it would break "my heart.
"Yes, I believe so," drawled the old lady.
I heard her say something about getting
a note from you—that she expected you to
be here to-night."
It was enough. My heart was a heap of
ruins! Ob the faithlessness, the fickleness,
the heartlessness of woman! All that has
been said of her has been flattery; she is
a serpent in an angel's form I Oh, decep­tion!—
oh, misery! Judge of my disap­pointment,
my despair, my unutterable
woe, when I learned that Julia was gone—
gone, when she knew I was coming;. and
blame me not for giving vent to n»y feel­ings
in such expressions as these. ,
I think I should be very scruphVdtiiS
about swearing to anything that took
place the next half-hour after my heart
received that heavy blow, Only one
thing I am sure of. I left the house, and
got into the street; but whether I ran
there, staggered there, or was carried
there by my friends, I conic! not conscien­tiously
venture to affirm. The first I
heard from myself, I was approaching the
door of my friend, the old maid, and
was running out to meet me. This prob­ably
brought me to my
I was past being surprised at anything
that might happen, else I should have
thought it a little strange that Lucy threw
herself into my arms, and offered me her
lips to kiss. As it was, feeling the need
of sympathy, I embraced her warmly, ex­claiming
:
•Dear Lucy, you are the only true
friend I've got!"
"Oh, I hope not!" she replied. " But
I am glad you think I am a true friend to
you, for I am."
4 And you will always be?'
' 'Always, Frederick! Oh, and we shall
be so happy!"
4 What does she mean?' thought I.
"We shall be so happy, dear Frederick,"
she repeated; "I know we shall. The truth
is, my dear, I have loved you long—in se­cret—
hopelessly; but after receiving such
a dear, affectionate letter from you—"
'What!' I cried, staring at her in won­der.
"Why, after receiving such a dear good
letter,' said Lucy, 'I am so happy that I
must tell you all my heart. When we
are married, Frederick—"
'I'm dreaming!' thought I.
"We will have this pleasant event to
talk about, won't we? Why, you can't
think how surprised and delighted I was to
receive your letter. I laughed over it and
cried over it; and if I have read it once, I
have read it fifty times."
Here she took my letter from her bosom.
"Then it seems," she continued, so hap­py
that I was fairly provoked with her—
"it seems that absence taught you how
much you love me.'
I was stupefied; thought I was insane;
couldn't understand one word Lucy said.
Meanwhile, she unfolded the letter. Then
—then I understood it all. I uttered a
scream which was scarcely human, it was
so wild; and eagerly snatched the letter.
It teas the letter I wrote to Julia.
Yes; then I understood it all! I had
made a mistake in superscribing the let­ters,
and Julia had got Lucy's, while Lucy
had got Julia's. And Lucy had been flat­tered
with the hope and belief that I loved
her, while Julia—poor girl!—believed I
was about to marry another. This was the
cause of Lucy's tenderness; this was the
cause of Julia's visiting her cousins!
I laughed; I danced; I dare say I cut
up every manner of silly capers which a
man ought to be ashamed of. And Lucy
willing
[You see, I knew there
len I received your
foolish as to think
pretty, tender things
i to punish you for
making you think
of mischief. Ha!
did act!"
Lucy should laugh at
I more easy, for I knew
: pouted a little, how-dismhl,
until she
said about our be-ere
married, which
her laugh with a
b."
Lucy, but I did
soon as I could
v^'
of my marriage,
in my ear, with a
ous twinkle
we shall be
mischiev
The Source
stared at her. This brought me to my
senses.
•A mistake,' I stammered—'this letter—
wrote in a hurry—put the wrong name on
the back—sent yours to Julia—sent Julia's
—this one—to you!'
I shall never forget the old maid's con­sternation.
She understood what I want­ed
to say; she saw the error in its true
light. I thought she would sink through
the floor; but she had hold of the door-latch,
and that probably sustained her.
I was glad the door-latch was strong. At
that moment my conscience hit me a
severe cut, and made me smart. How I
cursed my carelessness, which had been
the cause of so much mischief. I made a
hurried apology, but I didn't stop to see
if Lucy fainted, or to have the pleasure of
holding a smelling-bottle to her nose in
case she should sink into that interesting
state.
I thought of Julia. I flew to ma^e an
explanation. It was three miles to her
aunt's house, but I was there in a trifle
over three minutes. Puffing like a steam
engine, I asked to see her, and was shown
into a room where she was alone. She re­garded
me with so cold a look that I am
sure it would have chilled me through—
made an icicle of me perhaps—if I hadn't
been so hot with running. I threw myself
at her feet. She started back—it might
have been in disgust, and it might have
been because her hand touched my face,
which was burning like a coal.
'Dear Julia,' I sighed.
I panted, I suppose, but sighed is the
better word.
"Well, sir," said she, coldly.
'Don't scorn me; I'll make it all right;
it's only & mistake.'
"What?" -jI..;-,
'Why, that letter—' »
"That letter, sir, was a very friendly
one, I am sure. Indeed," added Julia bit­terly,
"I feel quite flattered by your con­fidence
in me, in making known your in­tentions
to marry. I hope you will get
a good wife, sir; hope you will be happy—"
'Julia! Julia!' I cried, in agony, 'I say
it's all a mistake. That letter was not
meant for you.'
Julia's assumed coldness and indiffer-ebce
had vanished in a moment. Then
she looked at me.
'It wasn't meant fbr you,' I repeated.
'I wrote that to Luey Matthews—put the
wrong name on the black. Here's the let­ter
I wrote to you.' ^
I gave her the one I Had snatched from
Lucy, She read it eagerly. She saw the
mistake and burst into tears of joy.
The next moment , we were locked in each
other's arms.: • I was intensely happy. But
in an instant the heaven of my joy was
clouded. I thought of Lucy.
'What shall I do?'. I cried. 'She,
thought the letter was addressed to her,
and belieVed I loved her. What a cruel
mistake! What shall I—what ought I to
do?' .
"Go to her atouce,*' said Julia, "and
inake a frll explanation and suitable apol­ogy."
:•••
I followed her advicc. I met Luey on
the threshold.
"Not a word,"' said she, laughing. "I
don't heM any kpoloinr from you; jfOu
haven't done any "particular damage to my
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snow lies along
sound with the
frogs which here,
genial habitation, i
cold, dark forests|,
el of the sea, is
icut river. Its
over the rocks
flows into Third 1
an area of about
surrounded by i
southern border,
are more gentle,
of a trapezoid,
ten feet wide, is in |
From Third lake
four and a half
from the east, ai
itself. One and a
south it flows
lake is also
they recede farther |
in the distance
heights. It is two ;
long, and its j
fourth miles,
has two
and one from the;
the most beautiful
The graceful
square
: ! '
Connecticut,
hills of northern
the very border of
small lake, which
more than three
while as yet the
the woods re-of
numerous
find a con-little
lake, in the
feet above the lev-
! of the Connect-rill,
leaping
1 cascades, soon
This lake contains
, and is
except on its
the undulatiohs
lake has the form
outlet, a stream
southeast corner.
Connecticut flows
when it receives
nearly as large as
miles farther
This
; by high hills, but
its shores, while
to mountain
-fourths miles
is one and a
i the Connecticut it
the northeast
it. It is one of
Northern lakes,
its
ISecond
^se
stately growth of it#JKneval forests, the
carpet of green thaOs spread along its
border, and extends through the long
vista of the woods, the receeding hills
and the distant mountains present a com­bination
of the wild, the grand and beau­tiful,
that is rarely seen. On its border
the moose and the deer feed almost undis­turbed,
on its tributaries the beaver builds
its house, and the otter slides into the
clear and limped streams, while its shores
are still the resort of the sable and the
mink. The outlet is on the west side, near
the southern border, and is about 40 feet
wide. The descent, at first, is gentle, but
the distant roar that greets the ear indi­cates
that rapids are near. So it rushes
on over its rocky bed, occasionally form­ing
deep eddies, only to become more
rapid still. For a mile and a half from
the lake it forms a series of wild cascades
which continue for half a mile; then after
receiving two tributaries from the west, it
flows into First or Connecticut lake.
Here we find a sheet of water irregular in
outline, extending about four miles east
and west, having an area of nearly three
square miles. On the southwest there are
farms, and in many places the grassy
pastures reach the border of the lake,but
for the most part it is still surrounded by
a primeval forest. This lake is beautiful,
especially In^fetumn. On many of the
neighboring hiH there is a growth of de­ciduous
trees, particularly the maple;
when the frost comes and these have put
on their crown of beauty, of crimson and
scarlet, of yellow and gold, mingled as
they often are with the dark foliage of the
spruce and fir, we have a scene which in
brilliancy and beauty is rarely, if ever,
excelled. It often happens, while the for­ests
have on their robes of beauty, that
all the higher points of the neighboring
hills are of immaculate whiteness from the
frozen mist that clings to every spray of
the thick evergreen foliage. At the outlet
of the lake, the river, which is here fifty
feet wide, forms a precipitous cascade,
falliug thirty-seven feet in eight rods. It
flows a little west of south for two miles,
when it receives a tributary, Cedar stream,
from the east, when it flows a little south
of southwest, until it reaches the Vermont
line. It receives three tributaries from
the north, Perry stream, which rises near
Third lake; Indian streain, which rises
on the border a little farther north than the
last, and Hall's stream, which is the bound­ary
between New Hampshire and Quebec
province. —J. H. Huntington^
1 zKi»
Think twice before you believe ev­ery
evil story you hear, and think
twenty times before you repeat it. Say to
yourself "this may not be true, or it may
be exaggerated," unless you have proof
of the veracity of your informant. Peo­ple
sometimes tell falsehoods; they often
make mistakes* and they sometimes "hear
wrong." There is auricular illusion, as
well as optical Illusion. Take all these
things into consideration before you even
believe. As for repeating the story, can­didly
ask . yourself if it was necessary.
It is sometimes necessary. Then do it
with the remembrance of the golden rule
before you. Give the helping hand, not
the downward push. .y • . ^3 -
Head lines—Wrinkles.
JUNE.
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
J. It. Lowell.
Take short views, hope for the best, and
trust in God.—Sidney Smith.
Emulation embalms the dead ; en'
the vampire, blasts the living.—Fuseli.
Misers are like gold mines, which pro­duce
neither flowers nor leaves.— Voltaire.
Let none presume
To wear an undeserved
O, that estates, degrees and
Were not derived corruptly! and that dear
honor
Were purchased by the merit of the
wearer!
How many then should cover, that stand
bare?
How many be commanded that command?
—Shakespeare.
Laziness is a premature death. To be
in no action, is not to live.
The innocence and purity of childhood
bring bitter heart pangs to the sin-liard-ened
man and worldly woman.
Is there no death for those who mourn?
No balm when hearts by love are torn?
There is no death; go labor on—
Work heals the heart by love forlorn.
—Aaron Marten.
Good words aud actions are those which
are pleasing to God, and which he gives
us grace to speak and do. And a good
or woman, or child, is one who tries
to please God, to love, and fear and obey
him, aann d to be like his beloved Son, our
Savior.
FINISH THY WORK.
Finish thy work; the time is short,
The sun is in the West.
The night is coming down; till then
Think not of rest.
Finish thy work ; then wipe thy brow,
Ungird thee from thy toil;
Take breath, and from each weary limb
Shake off the soil.
Finish thy tcork ; then go in peace,
Life's battle fought and won;
Hear from the throne the Master's voice,
" Well done, well done!"
All I have seen, teaches me to trust the
Creator for what I have not seen.—Emer­son.
Fortune turns faster than a mill-wheel.
They at the top to-day may be at the bot­tom
to-morrow.—Beecher.
The winds that o'er my ocean run,
Reach through all heavens beyond the sun;
and death, through fate,
_ time,
Grand breaths of God, they sweep sublime.
plies their place.—Chinese Proverb.
There is nothing terrible in death but
that our life hath made it so.—Matthew
Henry.
Wisdom is a pedestal from which envy
nor malice cannot hurl the occupant.
Barrow.
VIRM AND FAITHFUL.
" Be firm and be faithfUl: desert not the
right;
The brave are the bolder, the darker the
night;
Then up and be doing, though cowards
may fail;
Thy duty pursuing, dare all, and prevail.
aSiBiS:
Mr. Vennor to the heat—"Come, let up,
darn ye. Don't you see what you're
doing?"—Danbury News.
Mr. Ambrose, of Torrington, was but­ted
through a fence by a bull. This is a
butter that doesn't need ice to make it
hard.
The Country Gentleman gives a long
and clouded explanation why so many
eggs are not hatched. The simple reason
is that the hen is not warm enough. A
hen with the chilblains never has good
luck with eggs, and they should not be
put under.
A German, in New York, being asked
how much sour-krout he had put up for
winter use, replied, " I's not got much:
little more as ten barrels, shust for sick-ness."
JMfo}
The Wowing story is told of Colonel
SamuelP olt, who, in his lifetime, was
sometiife. Inclined to be a trifle pompous.
When he was building dwelling-houses for
the workmen employed in his great pistol
factory, he one day encountered a boy
picking up chips on his grounds.
" What are you doing here? " he asked,
gruffly.
" Picking up chips, sir," replied the
youngster, evidently unawed by the great
presence.
"Perhaps," exclaimed the colonel, draw­ing
himself up with dignity, " you don't
know who I am. I am Colonel Samuel
Colt, and I live in that big house up yon­der."
The bey straightened up and swelled
out, and answered, " Perhaps you don't
know who I am. I'm Patrick Murphy,
and I live in that little shanty down yon­der,"
pointing in the direction.
" Sonny," said the colonel, blandly, pat­ting
the boy on the head, "go on, pick up
all the chips you want, and when you get
out, come back for more."
There is a tendency to palm off olecab-binage
cigars for genuine Havanas.—[iVcw
Haven Register. ./j
Small boys who crawl ih under the tent
dre generally invited to withdraw from
the canvass. The politicians should be
treated in the same way.—New Orleans
picayune.
"Silence is golden." Aunt—"Has any
one been at these preserves?" (Dead si­lence).
"Have you touched them, Jem­my?"
Jemmy—"Pa never 'lows me to
talk at dinner." . , ,
A yacht runs fast because it is oldie of
the fleet, of course.—New York Statesman.
"You do me prowed," as the ocean said
to the ship.—Boston Journal of Commerce.
Politicians should swear by Jupiter.
He was the first to bolt.—Boston Tran­script.
A low story—the basement.—Boston
Transcript. ^
I don't know why Adam wanted7 to fool
away his ribs in that way, but I (suppose
he was not accountable for all he did. ;.... >
No' one preaches better than the ant.
and she says nothing.—Franklin.
'Tis sweet to see in daisied field
The flocks and herds their pleasure
take; *
But sweeter are the joys they yield
In tender chop aud juicy steak.
'Tis sweet to hear the murmuring sound
That from the vocal woods doth rise,
To mark the pigeons whirling round
And think how nice they'd be in pies.
AZTEO BUDTS.
Traces of the Old Races in Southwestern
Colorado—Dwellings of Our Primeval
Predecessors.
The ancient ruins which are scattered
all over this country are some of the
strangest unwritten pages of history. Our
fertile valleys have been densely inhabited
and highly cultivated by an enlightened
race of people centuries ago, while the
ruins of the houses, corrals, towns, forti­fications,
ditches, pottery-ware, drawings,
non-interpretable writings, etc., go to
show tliere have been many arts cultivated
in those days which are now entirely lost
to the human race. Their houses have
been built of almost every kind of rock,
from small bowlders to the finest sand
stone. Some of the finest of these ruins
and the most perfect, are located fifteen
miles up the Animas River, or about thirty-five
miles below Animas City, in a large
valley fifteen miles long, by seven wide, on
the west side of the river. This valley
has been covered with buildings of every
size, the two largest ones being 300x600,
and about 300 feet apart. They are built
of sandstone laid in adobe mud, the out­side
being 4 feet and the inside walls from
1 y2 to 3 feet. In the lower story, port­holes
a foot square have been built for de­fense.
There are rooms now left, and
walls for about four stories high, still stand­ing.
About the second story, on the west
side, there has been a balcony along the
entire length of the building. No signs
of a door are visible in the outer walls,
and the ingress must have been from the
top, in the inside, there being passages
from room to room. Most of them are
small, from 8x10 to 12x14 feet, the doors
being 2x4 feet. The arches over the doors
and port-holes are made of small cedar
poles two inches wide, placed across, on
which the masonry is placed. The sleep-supporting
the floors are of cedar,
about 8 inches through and from 20 to
tor of Franklin Hall.—Good Livery
and Feed Stable connected with Hotel.
Main Street, Thompsonville, Conn. Iy2
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ATTORNEY and Counsellor at Law.
Special attention given to the settle­ment
of Estates. Collections
attended to. Mansley's Block,
Thompsonville, Conn. Iy2
promptly
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Tickets for the Cunard Line of
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. - we
of small round poles is then placed across
the sleepers, then a layer of thinly-split
cedar sticks, then about three inches of
dirt, then a layer of cedar bark, then an­other
layer of dirt, then a carpet of some
kind of coarse grass, which forms the
floors. The rooms that have been protect­ed
from exposure are whitewashed, and are
ornamented by drawings and writings. In
one of these rooms, the impression of a
hand dipped in whitewash, on a joist, is
as plain as if it had been done only a few
days ago. In another room there are
drawings of tarantulas, centipedes, horses
and men. One room in the eastern por­tion
is quite a curiosity, it being perfectly
round and must have been used for a hall.
It is about twenty feet across. In some
of these rooms have been found human
bones, bones of sheep, corn-cobs, goods,
raw-hides, and all colors and varieties of
pottery ware. These two large buildings
are exactly the same in every respect.
Portions of the building plainly show that
it has been destroyed by fire, the timbers
being burned off and the roofs cav­ing
in, leaving the lower rooms entirely
unprotected. The rock these buildings have
been built of must have been brought a
long way, as nothing to compare with it
can be found within twenty miles. All
the timber used is cedar, and has at least
been brought twenty-five miles. Old
ditches and roads are to be seen in every
direction. •• -. ' ;
In conversation with the Navajoes in re­gard
to these ruins, they say their fore­fathers
came there five old men's ages ago
(500 years) and these ruins were here, and"
the same then as now, and that they have
no record of it whatever. ; <
The Gray Mare. ^ *
There was an old couple at a certain de­pot,
not long ago, waiting to go through
to the West, and they seemed loving
enough until the old man went out and
returned smoking a five-cent cigar, and
with his hat slanting over his left ear. His
wife looked at him twice before she could
recognize him, and then opened her mouth
and said, "What'd I tell ye, Philetus Rem­ington,
before we left New Jersey? Didn't
I say you'd go and make a fool of yourself
the first chance you got?" He tried to
pacify her by saying the cigar cost only
five cents, but she shouted, "You teased
and teased till I let you get your boqga
blacked; then you wanted some soda-wa­ter;
then you bought apples on the train,
and here's another five cents thrown away!
It all counts up, and if you don't die in
the poorhouse then my name ain't Sary!"
Louis Eos8Utli.
The first volume of Louis Kossuth's me­moirs
has just been published at Pesth,
and of course creates considerable inter­est;
but a London opinion is that It will
hardly add to Kossuth's reputation as a
statesman. On this side of the water, at
least, he has scarcely been regarded as «<
statesman at all. In reference to the war
between Austria and Italy in 1869, and the
part which the Hungarian refugees took
in it, Kossuth details a conversation he had
with the Emperor Napoleon III, in which
the question Of the unity of Germany $eing
brought up, NapOleon Said with Ji quiet
smile: "That would never do. Wis can
get on with two Germanys, but a uhited
Germany Would not answer our purpose
at all*^!p;.. - . • • •
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Has a fall stock of
Millinery Goods
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